They call me Toby
He shrugged against casually, resting back and sliding his legs up onto the ridge. he looked at several of the news reporters. "this is killing my back, one sec."
Which Way To Tallahassee?
"oak ridge elementary, let's go!" the two run off. felix & toby make it to the carpet in time. "third place," toner says. "awesome!" toby cheers, then hugs felix.
New Story I'm working on for a friend
As the disappeared over the ridge a low guttural growl could be heard coming from the knight body, he wasn't dead. he grabbed the arrow by the shaft and pulled it out of his forehead while wincing in pain.
Defining Moment
With the ridges and wrinkles being left behind in my book, i felt free. but the bleed through from my defining moment still showed, fresh, tainting the steps i took forward and always leaving a path to the past.
Un-Titled (Episode 1)
Suddenly, she found herself painfully rolling along the forest floor, over a ridge and onto soft ground. later she found that her poor stallion had caught its front leg on the rock.
Home
It was a lot softer than i expected, except the ridge of course hair running down his spine. he wiggled his tail in reply, and i couldn't help but laugh at the sight. i was talking to a lycan. a real life lycan.
Chapter 1: The Exile and Vengeance
I walked up the ridge and crouched at spotting one of the new lieutenants. "this outta be fun."
City of the Damned-- Chap IV
She trailed off into silence, leaning over to lick his eye ridge gently, hissing in his ear. her breath smelled like death, yet did not repulse him. it was like it hid something else deeper. something deadly, but... something far more exciting.
598 Aboard The Airship
It reminds him of an azatlani military cargo crate, ridged indents and clipped corners to facilitate handling, but there's something different about it, perhaps a suggestion of weight, crimped dense layers of heavy metal designed to isolate.
The Journal: Spira, Chapter 1
At my touch he turns ridged and freezes until i let him go after the question. he's so, either embarrassed or scared of my constantly changing moods, that he is so red that his fur was purple. "what's wrong?" i ask him as he turns out of my view.
Weathering the Storm
Along the center of the unkempt track grass had grown long and thick, creating a ridge of snow, like a bleached spine down the center. it was this that rick followed.
Mymic's Test of Loyalty
His skin seemed to bulge across his neck just a bit, before it too developed ridges, separating one dark purple scute from the next. he closed his mouth, as his teeth gritted together.